The Dribble Glass
What a day. 
It seems The Fates have conspired against me on every front today. I won’t go in to most of it but lets just accept that today has been extremely frustrating all day long.
For lunch I grabbed my voice recorder eager to make an Audio Lunch Hour as I walked and to try to salvage some good in the day … but The Fates would not allow even that simple pleasure.
But the crowning moment (so far) was when The Fates – not satisfied with merely my generally foul mood – decided to add insult to injury with … The Dribble Glass.
There I am minding my own business in Jimmy Johns, waiting for my sub, having taken my first enjoyable breath of relief all day, and I take a sip of my Diet Coke.
Unfortunately my cup had a faulty lid or something an diet coke poured down the front my shirt. I just stood there – a spectacle – and noded as I offered a defeated “of course” to The Fates.
As if the act itself isn’t bad enough I now have – on my nice white shirt – a cola colored trail of evidence from my chin to my belt for everyone else to enjoy and ask about for the rest of this miserable day.
/sigh
One day … one day I’m going to win the lottery and I’m going to have so much money and free time that not even The Fates will be able to ruin me … one day.
Maybe I’ll put up a pay-pal donations button or something … ah who am I kidding – it’s pulling teeth just to get the ‘the regulars’ here to comment on a blog.
stupid day … STUPID DRIBBLE GLASS!!
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Todd
15 Jun, 2005
Alas, my friend. Welcome to the ranks of He Who Has Spilleth and Must Weareth Stain Club. I joined the not so illustrious ranks while toiling away at my former company, which will remain nameless…cough Accenture cough cough. The morning started out in the usual way, a good workout in the office gym with a trip up to the cafeteria for a bottle of VeryFine Orange Juice and bagel for breakfast. Now, if you are familiar with these bottles, you know that you need to shake them up pretty good before you open them. So, when I get to my desk, I give it a good shake, open it up, take a few swigs and then “loosely” put the cap back on. Now, fast forward 10 minutes. Forgetting that I had already performed the necessary shakeup routine, I pick up my bottle, still with the loose cap, and give it the shake. Well, I’m guessing you know what happens next. Yep, the lid goes flying over my head, and the wonderful yellow orange juice comes cascading down right into…..MY CROTCH. So, here I sit with yellow OJ stains in the worst place imaginable. I looked like a 4 year old who was too scared to ask the teacher and just peed his pants instead. Luckily for me I had two things going for me…I had a long coat and I lived 5 minutes from the office. So, with a lame excuse, I was back home, changed and back to the office in no time. You can be sure that I always check the lid. So David, no worries. Welcome to the club.
Scott Walker
16 Jun, 2005
……there’d be days like this! (wasn’t that a song!?)
Some days it doesn’t even pay to get out of bed, or you got out of bed on the wrong side; one of the two.
I must admit, Todd’s story was pretty friggin’ hilarious. Although I did the same exact thing, except with Hines 57 sauce.
Another time, when I was a kid, my mother and I were in the grocery store. I picked up a plastic mustard container and was going to fake-out like I was going to squirt my mom with it. I decided, “No, that’s not a good idea.” But the kid in me couldn’t resist, so I picked up another and decided, “Yeah, do it!” Luck would have it that the second container just happened to be open. So, instead of “faking out” my mother, I ACTUALLY squirted her with mustard. You talking about an ass whoopin’!!!
Doug
16 Jun, 2005
LOL … I needed that today.
Wish that were a video blog.
Jess
17 Jun, 2005
I’m sorry, but your misfortunes are so damn entertaining